Catch the last dance of slow petals unfurling
Watch the first dance of those petals start curling
Know that the gift of each breath of each flower
Is wrapped and unwrapped over twenty four hours.
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- SCHOOL RUN - 28/2/22
- GRUDGE
- THE EDGES OF MORNING
- MARGARINE DREAMS
- TIMEOUT
- PRIDE OF PLACE
- HERE AND THERE
- A FLOWER'S BREATH
- AFTER THE STORM...
- SCHOOL RUN - 21/2/22 - AM
- WHISTLES, CREAKS, AND GROANS LTD.
- THICKENING
- LEAF LESSONS
- ALPHABET STORM
- PLAY DEAD
- MOONLIGHT'S SWEAT
- VALENTINE'S EXCUSE
- DRIP-DRY MONDAY
- INNER-LINING MORNINGS
- GARDEN HOPPING
- DANGER! UNEXPLODED CAT
- DEVELOPING
- THE TEA CADDY
- POLYSTYRENE SNOW
- THE ILLUSION OF CHOICE
- CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT
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- IN A GALAXY FAR FAR FROM HOME
- SILLY ME
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- RETREAT!!
- AVON DAY
- JOHN MACINTOSH KERR (great great grandfather)
- RHYTHM
- HALF A DREAM
- SCHOOL RUN - 1/2/22 - AM
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About Me
- Kidcobbler
- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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